[open -- nest]

[new_inglewoodblues]

The nest Ragnelle has been building in the woods needed a few more blankets now that the temperature has dropped a few more degrees, so this morning she was in the mansion raiding cupboards. Now she's outside in the lee of Nightingale's summer house with a basket of comforters, cutting them into pieces with a little knife so they'll be easier to incorporate, like leaves in a squirrels' nest. The time indoors has warmed her up, and her hands move quickly with the knife.

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[new_inglewoodblues]

Her eyes dance. "Soft, lady. Do thou be wary."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Wary?" Janet asks with interest. "Why, do you bite?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Nay, but an thou'rt too kind, thou'lt lose thine."

[sorrowandsorrow]

That makes Janet laugh. "You've got to be the only person in history who's ever told me I'm being too nice. Don't worry about that."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"I have no worries. Go lightly, witch." It's a clear dismissal; she resettles her basket on her hip and turns to go up the slope.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"See you around," Janet says, unoffended by said dismissal. She watches Ragnelle go for a second, then pulls her scarf tighter around her neck and turns to go herself.